The sun's rays streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on Ophelia's face as she sat at her desk, lost in the allure of Solace's photograph. His curly blonde hair and piercing blue eyes were a sight to behold, and she couldn't help but feel a stirring in her loins. She placed the picture down, a wicked smirk playing on her lips as she rose from her chair.
Ophelia sauntered over to the couch where Solace was tied up, his body taut and helpless. She maneuvered him into a wheelchair, her heart pounding with anticipation. The thrill of the chase, the taste of victory, it was all too much for her to resist.
With a swift push, she transported him to the basement, the dimly lit room only adding to the excitement. She carefully removed Solace from the wheelchair, securing him to a chair with practiced ease. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she brandished a needle gun, taking a few vials of Solace's golden blood.
But just as she raised a butcher's knife to cut off Solace's arm, Nico, the son of Hades and Persephone, burst into the room. His black hair and pale skin were a stark contrast to Solace's golden glow, but his determination was just as fierce.
"Ophelia, stop!" Nico shouted, his voice echoing in the basement.
But Ophelia was too far gone, her mind set on her prize. She shattered the container of Solace's blood, causing her to momentarily lose her focus. Seizing the opportunity, Nico untied Solace and the two made a run for it, Ophelia in hot pursuit.
Nico broke a nearby tank, releasing a torrent of water that pushed Ophelia back. With Solace in tow, Nico dashed out of the house, leaving Ophelia fuming.
The guard on duty tried to apologize, but Ophelia silenced him with a wave of her hand. "It's not over," she murmured, her eyes filled with determination.
Ophelia retreats to her office, her mind racing with plans for her next encounter with Solace and Nico. She chuckles to herself, already looking forward to their next playful encounter.
"Until next time, my dear Solace," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. "I'll be seeing you soon."
Ophelia leaned back in her chair, her mind filled with thoughts of Solace's hard cock and Nico's wet pussy. She couldn't wait to taste their sweet nectar once again.
"A drop of divinity," she murmured, her fingers tracing the outline of Solace's photograph. "That's all I need."
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